I don't know what to call us anymore, guess we are just untitled. I'd say we are friends but my mind doesn't want me too. A part of me still loves the way you say my name and the way you look at me and smile
Damn...
You really are mesmerizing. Sometimes it crushes me to look at you smile at another the way you use to smile at me...the way she wraps her arms around you and feels the same warmth I once felt. In the end though it's probably for the best because I couldn't be what you wanted.
maybe just maybe she can be
And she will prance around in your clothes like I use to, kissing you the way I use to
And I will always wish you the best of luck because you deserve happiness
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My Truth Collaboration
ПоэзияThis is a collaboration of poems made due to feelings over time. People often inspire my works. Someone once told me you never write a poem till you start writing the truth... So this is my truth.
